Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.